With My Own Eyes Poem by Iselin Steinsto
With My Own Eyes
When I look at him with my own eyes
I see a man with abilities beyond
The grey harbor of awakens
He just have to trust me to wait for
the great man he is, across the pond
He, who stole my heart,
Will always be this man,
The sweet and loving man,
whom I never will be apart
So I secretly pray at night
To the goddess of old
To let this man be alright
Through the night so cold.
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4/24/2024 5:58:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I officially love this poem, especially the last part. To the goddess of old, really caught my attention. I don't want to assume your pagan or wiccan. But I love it!